A day of odd conversations

with the man over the road in the little shop I’ve never been in in the six years we’ve lived here. You try explaining that you’re buying washers to make robots with!

with parents, children and Tim about arm length and body size after the 3-4 year old trousers for Small were ridiculously oversized. This led to Big lying arms outstretched on the floor to test the theory that your armspan is your height. With Big it is, with Small it’s not quite – he’s about an inch taller.

with someone at a party who said “are you a friend, a Labour party member or both?” ah, um. Well, actually, I’ve emailed her a lot, and spoken to her on the phone, and she sent me a Christmas card and an invite, so I thought oh well, loaded up the kids and we went to Natascha Engel’s housewarming/ Christmas drinks. It was rather fun actually, though just a little surreal. I do seem to get myself into these situations.

with Big at teatime, when somehow a conversation about not having a white christmas spun off into a discussion of atoms and molecules and scientific theory and the way in which at school they told us something as a fact and then next year told us that that was just the easiest thing to tell us at that point.

It’s not over yet. I’m not sure what other odd conversations may be lined up for me, but I guess that will do for now.